[ Helpfully. Remus is half-distracted by peering at the row of carts, but whatever claims he's made to the contrary, they are all pretty much exactly alike. He decides on one at random and returns his full attention to Sirius, where it belongs. ]
They're warm because the little robot bits are trying to keep the arm bits alive longer, so the nanites don't give up and leave.
[ That's how Remus understands it, anyway. As long as the blood is moving and the flesh isn't necrotising, the hoards of tiny benevolent (for today) creatures living inside it will keep clinging to hope that they can save the arm. Such optimists, nanites. ]
Here, [ he adds, ducking to pick up the second glove. He holds it flat to invite Sirius' forearm. ]
what a darling
[ Helpfully. Remus is half-distracted by peering at the row of carts, but whatever claims he's made to the contrary, they are all pretty much exactly alike. He decides on one at random and returns his full attention to Sirius, where it belongs. ]
They're warm because the little robot bits are trying to keep the arm bits alive longer, so the nanites don't give up and leave.
[ That's how Remus understands it, anyway. As long as the blood is moving and the flesh isn't necrotising, the hoards of tiny benevolent (for today) creatures living inside it will keep clinging to hope that they can save the arm. Such optimists, nanites. ]
Here, [ he adds, ducking to pick up the second glove. He holds it flat to invite Sirius' forearm. ]